The gym smelled like stale sweat and industrial cleaner, the kind of place where the floor tiles never quite dried between the sporadic footfalls of the few regulars who still showed up. Derek liked it that way — no crowds, no waiting for equipment, just the rhythmic clank of weights and the occasional grunt echoing off the cinderblock walls. He’d been coming here for years, long enough that the staff nodded at him without bothering to scan his membership card anymore.
A towel slung over his shoulder, he made his way to the showers, the heat of his post-workout buzz still radiating off his skin. The water hit his shoulders first, washing away the grime of deadlifts and bent-over rows. He let out a slow breath, rolling his neck until it cracked. That was when he noticed the guy across from him — broad-shouldered, built like a brick wall, with a beard that could’ve stopped a bullet.
Derek wasn’t shy. Years of communal showers and locker rooms had sanded down any self-consciousness he might’ve had as a teenager. But there was something about the way this guy was looking at him — not just a glance, but a lingering, appreciative stare that traveled down his chest, over the swell of his abs, then lower. Derek smirked, flicking water out of his hair. “See something you like?”
The stranger grinned, slow and deliberate, his gaze flicking back up to meet Derek’s. “Maybe I do.” His voice was rougher than Derek expected, like gravel under truck tires. He didn’t look away, didn’t pretend he hadn’t been staring. Instead, he adjusted the showerhead to let the water cascade over his own chest, thick muscles glistening under the spray. Derek’s eyes followed the movement, catching on the dark trail of hair leading down from his navel.
Derek chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “You’re not subtle.” He let his own gaze wander, taking in the man’s thick forearms, the way his biceps flexed as he reached for the soap. “But I’m not complaining.” The air between them shifted, charged with something warmer than the steam rising off the tiles.
The stranger stepped closer, close enough that Derek could feel the heat radiating off him. “Subtlety’s overrated,” he murmured, his fingers brushing Derek’s wrist, tentative but deliberate. Derek didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his hand, letting their fingers tangle together. The guy’s palm was calloused, rough against Derek’s skin — a working man’s hands, strong and sure.
Derek exhaled sharply when the stranger’s thumb traced the inside of his wrist, the touch feather-light but deliberate. Steam curled between them, thickening the air until Derek could barely make out the exit sign above the door. Not that he was looking. The guy’s beard glistened with droplets, his chest rising with a slow breath as he stepped fully into Derek’s space, their bodies nearly touching under the spray.
“I'm Cole,” he murmured, his free hand settling on Derek’s hip, rough fingers splaying over damp skin. Derek arched into the touch without thinking, his pulse jumping under Cole’s thumb.
“Derek,” he managed, though it came out rougher than he intended. Cole grinned at that, his grip tightening just enough to make Derek’s breath hitch.
The water sluiced between them, warm and slick, as Cole’s hand slid from Derek’s hip to the small of his back, pulling him flush against him. Derek could feel the solid heat of Cole’s body — every ridge of muscle, the coarse hair dusting his chest, the undeniable press of his erection against Derek’s thigh. Cole’s breath hitched when Derek rocked forward, their cocks brushing together, the friction sending a jolt of electricity straight to Derek’s spine.
Cole’s mouth found Derek’s collarbone first, his beard scraping deliciously against wet skin as he trailed kisses upward. Derek tipped his head back, water streaming down his face as Cole nipped at his jaw, then finally — finally — claimed his mouth. The kiss was slow, deep, Cole’s tongue exploring Derek’s like he had all the time in the world. Derek groaned into it, his hands sliding over Cole’s shoulders, down the hard planes of his back, gripping his ass just to feel the flex of muscle under his palms.
Cole broke the kiss with a chuckle, his lips brushing Derek’s as he spoke. “You’re even better up close,” he murmured, his voice rough. Derek grinned, catching Cole’s lower lip between his teeth before releasing it.
The steam from the showers clung to their skin as Cole nudged Derek backward, his hands firm but tender on Derek’s hips. "Let's take this to the sauna," he murmured against Derek’s mouth, and Derek didn’t argue, letting himself be guided down the tiled hallway, their wet footprints evaporating almost instantly on the heated floor. The sauna door clicked shut behind them, the lock sliding into place with a finality that made Derek’s pulse jump. The cedar walls radiated warmth, the air thick and heavy, amplifying every breath, every shift of skin against skin.
Cole pressed Derek against the wooden bench, his body a solid, comforting weight as he kissed him again, slow and deep, his tongue mapping the inside of Derek’s mouth like he was memorizing it. Derek moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Cole’s back, fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle, the dip of his spine. Cole’s palms slid down Derek’s chest, thumbs brushing his nipples until they peaked under the attention, then lower, over the swell of his abs, finally wrapping around his cock with a grip that was firm but unhurried. Derek gasped, his hips jerking forward into the touch, his own hands fumbling between them to reciprocate, his fingers curling around Cole’s thick length, stroking in time with the rhythm Cole set.
Breaking the kiss, Cole dropped to his knees, his beard scraping deliciously against Derek’s inner thigh as he nuzzled closer, his breath hot against Derek’s balls before his tongue licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside of his cock. Derek’s fingers tangled in Cole’s hair, not guiding, just holding on as Cole took him deep, his throat working around Derek’s length with practiced ease. The sight alone — Cole’s lips stretched around him, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want — was enough to make Derek’s knees wobble. But Cole wasn’t content to let him just watch; he pulled off with a wet pop, his hands urging Derek to turn around, pressing his chest to the warm cedar wall as Cole’s mouth found the curve of his ass.
The cedar walls absorbed their moans as Cole’s tongue traced the cleft of Derek’s ass, slow and deliberate, his hands spreading Derek’s cheeks wider to expose him completely. Derek shuddered, his forehead pressing against the warm wood, fingers scrambling for purchase as Cole’s mouth worked him open — hot, wet, unbearably intimate. Cole hummed against him, the vibration sending a jolt up Derek’s spine, his knees threatening to buckle. “Fuck,” Derek gasped, hips pushing back instinctively, seeking more of that slick pressure. Cole chuckled, the sound dark and pleased, before diving back in, his tongue circling Derek’s rim before pressing inside, shallow at first, then deeper, fucking him with slow, relentless strokes.
When Cole finally pulled away, Derek whimpered at the loss, but Cole was already rising, his body molding against Derek’s back, his cock sliding between Derek’s thighs, thick and heavy. He reached around, wrapping a hand around Derek’s length, stroking him in time with the roll of his hips. “You’re gorgeous like this,” Cole murmured, his beard scratching Derek’s shoulder as he kissed his neck, open-mouthed and wet. “So fucking responsive.” Derek turned his head, catching Cole’s mouth in a messy kiss, their tongues tangling as Cole’s fingers found his rim again, this time slick with spit and the lube he’d fished from his gym bag. One finger pressed inside, and Derek groaned, his body yielding easily, already relaxed from Cole’s mouth.
Cole added a second finger, scissoring him gently, his other hand still working Derek’s cock, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. Derek’s breath came in ragged bursts, his hips rocking between Cole’s hands, fucking himself on Cole’s fingers, chasing the sweet stretch. “More,” he panted, and Cole obliged, curling his fingers just right, brushing Dirk's prostate, making his vision whiten. Derek cried out, his back arching, and Cole kissed the sound from his lips, swallowing his moans as he added a third finger, stretching him meticulously, preparing him with a patience that bordered on reverence.
Cole’s fingers withdrew slowly, leaving Derek shuddering and empty, but before he could protest, Cole’s hands were turning him, guiding him onto the lower sauna bench with a tenderness that made Derek’s chest tighten. The cedar beneath him was warm, the scent of wood and sweat thick in the air as Cole knelt between his thighs, his calloused palms sliding up Derek’s legs like a man mapping territory he intended to worship. Derek propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Cole leaned down to kiss the inside of his knee, his beard scraping lightly, his mouth trailing upward with agonizing patience. When Cole’s tongue finally flicked over the head of Derek’s cock, Derek’s hips jerked involuntarily, a groan tearing from his throat. Cole chuckled, the sound low and warm, before taking him deep, his throat working around Derek’s length as his hands cupped Derek’s ass, thumbs pressing into the crease where thigh met cheek.
Derek’s fingers tangled in Cole’s hair, not pushing, just holding, as Cole’s mouth moved over him with a rhythm that was slow and savoring. Every drag of Cole’s tongue, every suck of his lips felt deliberate, like he was trying to memorize the taste of Derek’s skin. When Cole pulled off with a wet pop, Derek whined, but Cole was already moving, his hands spreading Derek’s thighs wider as he bent lower, his breath hot against Derek’s balls before his tongue traced the tight furl of his hole. Derek gasped, his back arching off the bench, his toes curling as Cole’s tongue pressed inside, shallow at first, then deeper, fucking him with lazy, luxurious strokes. Cole’s hands gripped Derek’s hips, holding him still as he ate him out with a devotion that left Derek trembling, his moans bouncing off the cedar walls.
When Cole finally pulled away, Derek was panting, his cock slick with precum, his body aching for more. Cole rose to his knees, his own erection thick and flushed against his stomach, and reached for the lube they’d discarded earlier. Derek watched, transfixed, as Cole slicked himself up, his fist moving slowly over his length, his eyes never leaving Derek’s. “You ready?” Cole murmured, his voice rough with want. Derek nodded, spreading his legs wider in invitation, his pulse thundering in his ears as Cole leaned over him, bracing one hand beside Derek’s head, the other guiding himself to Derek’s entrance. The first press was slow, Cole’s cock stretching Derek open with a tenderness that made his breath hitch. Cole kissed him then, deep and lingering, swallowing Derek’s moans as he bottomed out, their bodies flush, sweat-slick skin sliding together.
Cole's hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate glide, his cock buried deep as Derek gasped beneath him, his fingers scrabbling against the cedar slats. The heat between them rivaled the sauna's ambient warmth — skin sliding against skin, sweat-slick and effortless. Cole paused once fully seated, his forehead pressed to Derek's, breathing him in like the air was secondary. "God, you feel good," he murmured, voice thick with reverence, his thumbs tracing the sharp cut of Derek's hipbones.
Derek arched beneath him, his legs wrapping tighter around Cole's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "Move," Derek begged, his voice cracking on the word, and Cole obeyed without hesitation.
Their rhythm was unhurried, each thrust a languid exploration — Cole withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained, then sinking back in with a controlled push that made Derek's toes curl. The sauna amplified every sound: the wet slap of skin, Derek's punched-out moans, the creak of the bench beneath them. Cole's hands roamed Derek's body like he was committing it to memory — the swell of his pecs, the coarse hair of his abdomen, the thick length of his cock weeping against his belly. When Derek reached between them to stroke himself, Cole caught his wrist, pinning it above his head. "Let me," he breathed, replacing Derek's hand with his own, his grip firm but yielding, his thumb swiping over the head in time with his thrusts.
Derek whined, his back bowing off the bench, his free hand fisting in Cole's damp hair. Cole took the invitation, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that was more shared breath than anything else — open-mouthed and messy, their tongues tangling as Cole's hips never stilled. He broke away only to trail his lips down Derek's neck, sucking a mark over his pulse point that wouldn't bruise, just bloom pink under the heat. Derek's heels dug into the small of Cole's back, urging him deeper, and Cole groaned, his rhythm stuttering for the first time. "Fuck, Derek —" His hand tightened around Derek's cock, his strokes growing rougher, matching the snap of his hips.
Cole’s thrusts grew deeper, each slow push drawing a ragged gasp from Derek’s throat, his body arching to meet the delicious stretch. The cedar beneath them creaked faintly, the scent of sweat and wood mingling with the humid air as Cole leaned down to capture Derek’s mouth again. Their kiss was unhurried, tongues sliding together in a rhythm that matched the roll of Cole’s hips, the heat between them swelling like the steam curling around their bodies. Derek’s hands roamed Cole’s back, fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle, the sweat-slick valleys between his shoulders, pulling him closer with every exhale.
Breaking the kiss, Cole shifted his weight onto one forearm, his free hand sliding between them to wrap around Derek’s cock again. His grip was perfect — firm enough to make Derek’s toes curl, but slow, deliberate, his thumb brushing over the head with each upward stroke. Derek’s hips jerked into the touch, his breath hitching as Cole’s thrusts slowed even further, grinding deep inside him, the pressure against his prostate sending sparks up his spine. “Goddamn,” Cole murmured, his voice rough with admiration, his eyes dark as they traced Derek’s flushed face. “You're taking me so good.”
Derek’s reply dissolved into a moan as Cole’s fingers tightened around him, his thumb swiping over his slit, spreading the precum in slow circles. The dual sensation — Cole’s cock filling him, his hand working him — was overwhelming, and Derek’s thighs trembled, his calves tightening around Cole’s waist. “I'm close,” he managed, the word barely audible over the wet slap of skin and their mingled breaths. Cole nodded, his own rhythm faltering, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead dropping to Derek’s shoulder.
Cole’s grip tightened around Derek’s hip as he rolled them sideways on the sauna bench, their bodies slotting together like they’d been carved from the same slab of cedar. The shift pressed Derek’s back against the warm wood, Cole’s weight settling over him in a way that was heavy but never oppressive — an anchor, not a cage. Their mouths met again, slower this time, Cole’s lips dragging over Derek’s with a tenderness that made his chest ache. Derek could taste the salt on Cole’s tongue, faint beneath the heat, and he chased it, sucking gently at Cole’s lower lip until Cole groaned into his mouth.
One of Cole’s hands slid down Derek’s side, calloused fingertips tracing the dip of his waist before wrapping around both their cocks. The contact drew a sharp gasp from Derek, his hips lifting instinctively, seeking more friction. Cole obliged, his fist moving in lazy strokes, his thumb brushing over Derek’s slit on every upswing. The pace was maddeningly slow, each pass of Cole’s hand a tease that had Derek’s breath coming in ragged bursts. Cole kissed him through it, swallowing his whimpers, his other hand cradling Derek’s jaw like something precious.
When Cole finally broke the kiss, his lips trailed down Derek’s throat, pausing to lave at the hollow of his collarbone before moving lower. Derek arched as Cole’s mouth closed over a nipple, his tongue swirling around the tight bud before sucking gently. The sensation shot straight to Derek’s groin, his cock twitching in Cole’s grip. “Fuck,” Derek breathed, his fingers tightening in Cole’s hair. Cole hummed in response, the vibration sending another jolt through Derek’s body before he continued his descent, his lips brushing over Derek’s abdomen, his beard scraping deliciously against sensitive skin.
Cole's lips traced a slow path down Derek's torso, pausing to flick his tongue into the shallow dip of Derek's navel before moving lower. His beard scraped against Derek's hipbones, sending shivers through him as Cole nuzzled the wiry curls at the base of his cock, breathing him in like he was memorizing Derek's scent. The sauna's heat made every touch more electric — Cole's mouth closing around Derek's balls, sucking gently, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin beneath. Derek moaned, his fingers carding through Cole's damp hair, not guiding, just feeling the way Cole moved against him with unhurried devotion.
When Cole's tongue finally found Derek's cock, he started at the base, licking a slow, wet stripe up the thick vein underneath before swirling around the head, teasing the slit with featherlight flicks that made Derek's abs clench. Derek could feel Cole smiling against him, the bastard, but he couldn't complain — not when Cole took him deep, his throat opening around Derek's length in one smooth glide. The heat of Cole's mouth was dizzying, his lips stretched tight, his tongue pressing firm against the underside as he pulled back, then swallowed him down again. Derek's thighs trembled, his heels digging into the bench as Cole set a leisurely pace, his hand cupping Derek's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
Cole pulled off with a wet pop, his beard glistening with spit as he kissed his way up Derek's inner thigh, nipping lightly at the tender skin. Derek barely had time to miss the warmth of Cole's mouth before strong hands flipped him onto his belly, Cole's weight settling over him, blanketing him in heat. Derek groaned into the cedar slats as Cole's thumbs spread his cheeks, his breath hot against Derek's exposed hole. The first lick was slow — just a tentative swipe that had Derek arching back into it, craving more. Cole chuckled darkly, his tongue pressing firmer on the next pass, circling Derek's rim before diving in, fucking him shallowly with quick, slick thrusts.
Derek’s breath hitched as Cole’s tongue worked him open, the wet heat sending tremors up his spine. The cedar beneath him was warm against his chest, the scent of wood and sweat thick in the humid air as Cole’s hands gripped his hips, holding him steady. Every flick of Cole’s tongue was deliberate, every press deeper than the last, until Derek was gasping, his fingers clawing at the bench. “Jesus, Cole —” he choked out, his voice ragged, his thighs trembling.
Cole hummed against him, the vibration making Derek’s toes curl, before pulling away just enough to whisper, “You taste fucking incredible,” his beard scraping Derek’s inner thigh as he spoke.
Cole’s hands turned him gently, flipping Derek onto his back again, their eyes locking in the dim sauna light. Derek reached for him, pulling Cole down into a kiss that was slow and deep, their tongues tangling as Cole settled between his thighs. Derek could taste himself on Cole’s lips, salty and musky, and it made him groan, his hips lifting instinctively. Cole broke the kiss with a chuckle, his palm smoothing down Derek’s chest, his thumb brushing a nipple until it peaked. “Easy,” Cole murmured, his voice rough with affection. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Derek watched, rapt, as Cole reached for the lube again, slicking his fingers with slow, deliberate strokes. When Cole’s hand returned to Derek’s cock, his grip was perfect — firm but yielding, his thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke, spreading the precum in slow circles. Derek’s breath came in shallow bursts, his hips rocking into the touch, his thighs parting wider in silent invitation. Cole didn’t rush, his fingers tracing Derek’s perineum before pressing gently against his rim, one fingertip circling before sinking in with a slow, relentless push. Derek arched, his head tipping back against the cedar, a moan tearing from his throat as Cole’s finger curled inside him, brushing his prostate with teasing precision.
Derek barely registered the scrape of cedar against his shoulder blades as Cole pressed him into the bench, their bodies moving together with a rhythm that felt older than the sauna walls surrounding them. Cole's mouth was warm and insistent against his, their tongues sliding together in a slow dance that made Derek's pulse thrum in his throat. When Cole pulled back to swipe his thumb over Derek's bottom lip, the gesture was so tender it made Derek's chest ache.
Cole's hands mapped his body like he was learning braille — pausing at the dip of Derek's collarbone, tracing the swell of his pecs, thumbing his nipples until they peaked under the attention. Derek arched into every touch, his own hands roaming Cole's back, fingertips skating over the ridges of muscle flexing beneath sweat-slick skin. The steam curled around them, thickening the air until every breath felt shared, every exhale mingling between their parted lips.
Cole's mouth trailed lower, his beard scraping deliciously as he licked a path down Derek's sternum, pausing to swirl his tongue around a nipple. Derek gasped, his fingers tightening in Cole's hair as Cole sucked gently, the wet heat sending a jolt straight to his cock. Cole chuckled against his skin, the vibration making Derek shiver, before moving lower still, his lips brushing the coarse hair leading to Derek's groin.
The cedar walls absorbed the sound of their labored breathing as Cole pressed Derek against the warm bench, his hands cradling Derek’s face with a tenderness that contradicted the raw strength in his fingers. Their foreheads touched, steam curling between them like a shared secret, before Cole closed the distance with a kiss so slow it unraveled Derek’s thoughts. Cole’s tongue mapped the roof of his mouth with unhurried precision, his beard scraping Derek’s chin in a way that made him shiver. When Cole finally pulled back, Derek chased his lips instinctively, earning a chuckle that vibrated against his collarbone as Cole ducked to suck a nipple between his teeth, his thumb rolling the other in tandem.
Derek’s back arched off the bench, his fingers gripping Cole’s shoulders as Cole’s free hand slid down his torso, pausing to trace the ridges of his abs before wrapping around his cock. The grip was firm but yielding, Cole’s thumb swiping over the head in slow circles, spreading precum in glistening streaks. Derek’s hips jerked into the touch, a broken moan escaping as Cole’s mouth trailed lower, his lips brushing the coarse hair leading to Derek’s groin. Cole nuzzled his balls, breathing him in like he was committing Derek’s scent to memory, before licking a wet stripe up the underside of his cock. Derek’s thighs trembled, his heels digging into the bench as Cole took him deep, his throat working around Derek’s length with practiced ease.
Cole pulled off with a wet pop, his beard glistening as he urged Derek onto his side with gentle pressure. Derek complied, rolling onto his stomach, the cedar warm beneath his chest as Cole’s hands spread his cheeks. The first lick was tentative — just a flick of Cole’s tongue over Derek’s rim — but Derek pushed back into it with a groan, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the bench. Cole hummed approval, his hands gripping Derek’s hips as he dove in, his tongue pressing inside with slow, relentless strokes. Derek gasped, his forehead dropping to the wood as Cole ate him out with a devotion that bordered on worship, his tongue circling, fucking him shallowly before pressing deeper, curling just right to make Derek’s toes curl.
The cedar planks groaned beneath them as Cole guided Derek onto his back, his hands slow and sure against Derek’s skin, like he was unwrapping something sacred. Derek’s breath hitched when Cole’s fingers traced the hollow of his throat, following the sweat-slick trail down to his sternum. Cole’s touch was reverent, pausing to swirl a thumb over Derek’s left nipple until it peaked, then dipping lower to trace the ridges of his abs. Derek arched into the contact, his cock twitching against his belly, already slick with precum. Cole’s beard scraped against Derek’s inner thigh as he nuzzled closer, his breath hot against Derek’s balls before his tongue flicked out, licking a slow stripe up the underside of Derek’s cock. The sensation was electric — Derek’s hips jerked off the bench, a groan tearing from his throat as Cole swallowed him down, his throat working around Derek’s length with unhurried precision.
Cole’s hands smoothed up Derek’s thighs, calloused palms pressing into muscle as he lifted Derek’s legs over his shoulders. The cedar beneath them was warm against Derek’s back, the scent of wood and sweat thick in the humid air as Cole leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep. Their mouths moved together with a tenderness that belied the heat between them, Cole’s tongue sliding against Derek’s in a rhythm that matched the lazy roll of his hips. Derek could feel the thick press of Cole’s cock against his entrance, the teasing pressure making his breath hitch.
Cole pulled back just enough to slick himself with lube, his hand moving in slow strokes over his length, his eyes never leaving Derek’s. When he pressed forward again, it was with aching gentleness — the head of his cock nudging Derek open in increments, each millimeter of progress met with a soft kiss to Derek’s collarbone, his throat, his jaw. Derek arched beneath him, his fingers tangling in Cole’s damp hair as he surrendered to the stretch, the burn melting into pleasure as Cole bottomed out with a groan that vibrated against Derek’s skin.
They stayed like that for a long moment, chests pressed together, hearts pounding in tandem. Cole’s breath was warm against Derek’s ear as he murmured, “Okay?” and Derek nodded, tilting his head to catch Cole’s lips in another kiss. Cole began to move then, his thrusts slow and deep, each withdrawal leaving Derek empty until Cole filled him again, their bodies moving together like the tide against the shore. Derek’s hands roamed Cole’s back, fingertips tracing the flex of muscle beneath sweat-slick skin, the dip of his spine, the curve of his ass.
Cole’s hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate glide, his cock buried deep as Derek gasped beneath him, fingers scrambling against the cedar slats. The heat between them rivaled the sauna's ambient warmth — skin sliding against skin, sweat-slick and effortless. Cole paused once fully seated, forehead pressed to Derek’s, breathing him in like the air was secondary. "God, you feel good," he murmured, voice thick with reverence, thumbs tracing the sharp cut of Derek’s hipbones. Derek arched beneath him, legs wrapping tighter around Cole’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "Move," Derek begged, voice cracking, and Cole obeyed without hesitation.
Their rhythm was unhurried, each thrust a languid exploration — Cole withdrawing until only the head remained, then sinking back in with a controlled push that made Derek’s toes curl. The sauna amplified every sound: the wet slap of skin, Derek’s punched-out moans, the creak of the bench beneath them. Cole’s hands roamed Derek’s body like he was committing it to memory — the swell of his pecs, the coarse hair of his abdomen, the thick length of his cock weeping against his belly. When Derek reached between them to stroke himself, Cole caught his wrist, pinning it above his head. "Let me," he breathed, replacing Derek’s hand with his own, grip firm but yielding, thumb swiping over the head in time with his thrusts.
Derek whined, back bowing off the bench, free hand fisting in Cole’s damp hair. Cole took the invitation, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that was more shared breath than anything else — open-mouthed and messy, tongues tangling as Cole’s hips never stilled. He broke away only to trail lips down Derek’s neck, sucking a mark over his pulse point that wouldn’t bruise, just bloom pink under the heat. Derek’s heels dug into the small of Cole’s back, urging him deeper, and Cole groaned, rhythm stuttering for the first time. "Fuck, Derek —" His hand tightened around Derek’s cock, strokes growing rougher, matching the snap of his hips.
Cole’s thrusts grew deeper, each slow push drawing a ragged gasp from Derek’s throat, his body arching to meet the delicious stretch. The cedar beneath them creaked faintly, the scent of sweat and wood mingling with the humid air as Cole leaned down to capture Derek’s mouth again. Their kiss was unhurried, tongues sliding together in a rhythm that matched the roll of Cole’s hips, the heat between them swelling like the steam curling around their bodies. Derek’s hands roamed Cole’s back, fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle, the sweat-slick valleys between his shoulders, pulling him closer with every exhale.
Breaking the kiss, Cole shifted his weight onto one forearm, his free hand sliding between them to wrap around Derek’s cock again. His grip was perfect — firm enough to make Derek’s toes curl, but slow, deliberate, his thumb brushing over the head with each upward stroke. Derek’s hips jerked into the touch, his breath hitching as Cole’s thrusts slowed even further, grinding deep inside him, the pressure against his prostate sending sparks up his spine. “Shit,” Cole murmured, his voice rough with admiration, his eyes dark as they traced Derek’s flushed face. “Your hole feels like it was made for me.”
Derek’s reply dissolved into a moan as Cole’s fingers tightened around him, his thumb swiping over his slit, spreading the precum in slow circles. The dual sensation — Cole’s cock filling him, his hand working him — was overwhelming, and Derek’s thighs trembled, his calves tightening around Cole’s waist. “I'm close,” he managed, the word barely audible over the wet slap of skin and their mingled breaths. Cole nodded, his own rhythm faltering, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead dropping to Derek’s shoulder.
Cole’s hand tightened around Derek’s cock just as his hips stuttered forward, burying himself deep with a groan that vibrated through Derek’s chest. The pressure was exquisite — Cole’s grip firm and slick, his thumb circling the head of Derek’s cock in time with the relentless grind of his hips. Derek’s back arched off the bench, his thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in his gut, every nerve alight with the dual sensation of Cole inside him and around him.
“Fuck, Cole —” Derek’s voice cracked, his fingers digging into Cole’s shoulders as the tension snapped. His orgasm hit like a wave, cresting slow and then breaking all at once, his cock pulsing in Cole’s fist as he came in thick, hot stripes of sperm across his muscle-laddered abdomen. Cole didn’t let up, his strokes gentling but never stopping, milking every last drop from Derek as his own rhythm faltered. Derek felt the moment Cole lost control — the sharp inhale against his neck, the way his hips jerked forward once, twice, before stilling deep inside him. Cole’s groan was raw, his breath hot against Derek’s skin as he came, his cock twitching inside Derek, filling him with his warmth.
They stayed like that for a long moment, pressed together, sweat-slick and breathless, Cole’s forehead resting against Derek’s shoulder as they rode out the aftershocks. Derek’s hands slid up Cole’s back, fingertips tracing the sweat-damp ridges of muscle, his own heartbeat slowing to match Cole’s. The sauna air was thick around them, clinging to their skin, amplifying every shuddering breath.
Cole's lips lingered against Derek's shoulder, tasting salt and cedar, before he lifted his head with a slow, satisfied exhale. "You're fucking incredible," he murmured, the words rough-edged but sincere, his thumb brushing a stray droplet of sweat from Derek's temple.
Derek grinned, lazy and sated, his fingers carding through the damp hair at the nape of Cole's neck. "So are you."
They untangled themselves reluctantly, the sauna's heat clinging to their skin as Cole reached for a towel, handing it to Derek with a quiet chuckle. Derek wiped his stomach clean, watching Cole do the same, their movements unhurried, the silence between them easy. It was Cole who spoke first, tossing the towel aside and catching Derek's wrist as he stood. "I'd like to do this again," he said, his grip firm but not insistent, his eyes dark and steady on Derek's.
Derek didn't hesitate. "Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays," he said, tilting his head toward the showers where this had all started. "Late evenings. I'm always here."
Cole's mouth curved into a smile, slow and knowing, like he'd already memorized Derek's schedule. "That works for me," he said, squeezing Derek's wrist once before letting go.
The kiss was slow and lazy, their lips clinging with the kind of easy familiarity that made Derek’s chest tighten. Cole’s beard scratched against his chin, his fingers brushing sweat-damp hair from Derek’s forehead before pulling away with one last nip at his bottom lip. "Showers?" Cole murmured, his voice rough with exertion, his thumb tracing the curve of Derek’s jaw.
Derek nodded, his legs still unsteady as he pushed himself up from the bench, the cedar warm beneath his palms. The sauna’s heat clung to them as they stepped out, the cooler air of the locker room raising goosebumps along Derek’s damp skin. Cole’s hand settled at the small of his back, guiding without urgency, his touch lingering even as they reached the shower stalls.
They chose adjacent showers this time, the spray hitting Derek’s shoulders in a cascade of warmth that eased the lingering tremors in his muscles. He watched through the steam as Cole tipped his head back under the water, the droplets catching in his beard, tracing the thick lines of his pecs before disappearing into the dark trail of hair leading south. Derek’s mouth went dry all over again. Cole caught him staring and smirked, reaching for the soap with deliberate slowness, his fingers working up a lather that he dragged over his chest, his arms, his abdomen — lingering just long enough to make Derek’s breath hitch.
The hot water ran clear off Derek's shoulders, swirling down the drain with the last traces of sweat and lube. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, watching Cole through the steam — the way he tipped his head back under the spray, throat working as he swallowed water from his cupped palm. Derek's mouth went dry again despite the humidity. Cole caught him staring and winked, soap suds sliding down the thick planes of his chest as he turned off the water.
Derek followed suit, stepping out onto the tile just as Cole shook his head like a dog, droplets flying from his beard. "Jesus," Derek laughed, swiping water from his face with a towel Cole tossed him. The fabric was rough against his skin, but he didn't mind — not when Cole was using his own towel to drag lazily over his shoulders, the terrycloth catching on the dark hair dusting his pecs.
Their lockers were opposite each other, the metal doors creaking open in unison. Derek pulled on his briefs, the cotton snug against his thighs, and caught Cole watching him with the same hungry intensity as before. Cole's jeans hung low on his hips, unbuttoned, his cock still half-hard beneath the fabric. Derek smirked and made a show of adjusting himself, earning a low chuckle from Cole as he finally zipped up.
The gym’s back door groaned shut behind them, sealing off the humid glow of the locker room. Outside, the parking lot stretched empty under the sodium lights, their footsteps echoing against the asphalt as they walked side by side, shoulders brushing. Derek inhaled the cool night air, sharp after the sauna’s heat, and glanced at Cole, who was rolling his sleeves up to his elbows with deliberate slowness, his forearms still damp from the shower.
At the edge of the lot, beneath a flickering streetlamp, Cole paused. The light caught the silver in his beard, the curve of his smirk as he turned to Derek. "So," he said, voice rough like gravel under tires, "See you Wednesday?"
Derek grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for him. "Right. Have a great night. Sleep well."
Cole chuckled, low and warm, the sound curling around Derek’s ribs like steam. “Wednesday,” he agreed, nodding once before turning on his heel. Derek watched him go — the broad sweep of Cole’s shoulders, the way his jeans clung to his ass, the deliberate roll of his stride that suggested he knew exactly how good he looked walking away. The streetlamp flickered again, casting Cole’s shadow long and lean across the asphalt before he disappeared around the corner.
Derek exhaled, slow and steady, his fingertips still tingling with the memory of Cole’s skin. The night air was crisp against his flushed face, a welcome contrast to the sauna’s suffocating heat. He turned in the opposite direction, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the pavement cool beneath his sneakers. His muscles ached in the best way, a pleasant throb that reminded him of Cole’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d pinned Derek to the bench like he wanted to memorize the shape of him.
Two blocks later, Derek paused under another flickering light, this one buzzing faintly. He flexed his fingers, half-expecting to find lube still slick between them. Instead, his palm met the crinkled wrapper of the protein bar he’d shoved in his jacket earlier. He snorted, unwrapping it with his teeth as he walked, the chocolate-peanut butter taste settling on his tongue. The street was quiet, just the distant hum of a passing car and the occasional rustle of leaves. Normal. Mundane. Nothing like the last hour.
The wrapper crumpled between Derek’s fingers as he walked, the streetlights stretching his shadow long and lean against the pavement. His phone buzzed in his pocket—once, twice—before he fished it out, squinting at the screen. A new contact flashed up: Cole (Gym) beneath a message that simply read, Forgot to ask. You like pancakes?
Derek’s thumb hovered over the keyboard, the ghost of Cole’s beard scraping against his inner thigh making his pulse jump. He typed back, Only if they’re post-workout, and hit send before he could overthink it.
The reply came before he’d pocketed the phone: Wednesday. My place. 8pm. Bring your appetite. Derek’s laugh startled a pigeon from its perch on a fire escape, the sound echoing down the empty street.
Three blocks from his apartment, Derek paused under a flickering neon sign, the Deli & Grocery letters buzzing like the static in his veins. He pushed inside, the bell jingling overhead, and grabbed a six-pack of local IPA without thinking. The cashier — a kid with a lip ring and tired eyes — scanned it without comment. Derek hesitated, then added a box of maple syrup. Just in case.
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